where do lost thoughts roam when they're lonely
and lose grasp of your touch?
unkempt and forgotten and afraid to feel
do they stay in your head remaining unworthy
out of thought out of mind
or out of your skull like a sieve
I like to think they are together somewhere
bonding in loss and uncertainty
and they kiss each other softly
grazing lips like neurotransmitters
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